Not a fuss, not a stink, The eulogy, deep, will make one think, Grandmother, sat in back, will wink

Paul and Mary Jo lived in an apartment at the top of a long, dark flight of stairs that were so high, I remember as if it were yesterday thinking, the night she pushed him down the stairs, he would surely be dead by the time he hit the landing at the…

I decided this time I’m going right to the end.